749 Heavenly Lightning and Fire (2/2)

Whoosh!

The breeze blew into the forest.

Tang Feng's laughter came to a screeching halt!

The intense clashes between weapons in the forest also stopped quickly at that moment.

The people from both sides simultaneously retreated from the battlefield with different expressions!

The forest fell silent.

The people from Assassin Hall suddenly felt that the raging heat around them had become much colder after that voice rose, and the mountain breeze became a cold gust of wind.

They held their breaths. Everyone felt a chill run down their hearts, and with disbelieving, shocked, and hopeless eyes, they stared at the black figure that gradually became clearer in the flames.

”He's… not dead?”

The people who had personally witnessed Heavenly Lightning and Fire's damage could not accept this reality at all. After going through that fierce explosion and being burned by those phosphorous flames, that person did not die!

Tang Feng also swallowed his laughter through a great deal of effort. He stared at the person who walked out of the flames with surprise, bafflement, and disbelief.

That person still wore just a rather normal set of Golden Armor.

But there was something very strange about him.

When he walked out of the burning flames, everyone could clearly see those raging flames fleeing from Happy's side.

Wherever it went, the flames will automatically part ways, and those phosphorous flames could not deal any damage to Happy at all!

Silence fell among them.

The Japanese ninja's subconsciously took a few steps back, because they had already noticed that when Happy walked out of the raging flames, there was already a grayish hue on his face, and there was also a cold look in his eyes while he stared at them as if he was looking at dead people.

These people were already used to seeing hatred from their enemies' eyes, but for the first time, they saw derision and scorn from that gaze, along with a hint of brutal coldness.

”Run!”

Japanese ninjas could not appear publicly in the Chinese world of martial artists, especially after the incident with Three Dragons Guild. The sects in the Chinese server no longer dared to have any contact with Japanese ninjas. Mu Clan's status and influence caused there to be no land in the Chinese server where they could possibly survive, and hence, they immediately thought about fleeing from the battlefield.

The group of people did not even wait for Assassin Hall to react to the situation. They had already resolutely hidden themselves in the depths of the forest.

When he walked out of the flames, Happy cast a faint glance at those Japanese ninjas, and he sent a signal to the group of Mu Clan members behind him.

The group of people quickly understood what he meant.

Whoosh!

They no longer bothered themselves with the matter with Assassin Hall and chased after the Japanese ninjas.

There was no one from Assassin Hall who thought about intercepting them. They only held their breaths and stared at Happy in disbelief, because he seemed to be completely uninjured. Their minds seemed to have blanked out.

”Tang Feng, we haven't exactly cleared our grudge with each other outside the royal mausoleum, have we? Right now, you came over to fight against me again. Did you actually think that once you hide under Class One Hall's wings, Mu Clan and I will be unable to do anything to you?” He stopped talking for a moment before he continued, ”This time, your hidden weapon is indeed rather powerful. If it were not for the fact that I have noticed your men beforehand and was prepared for it, I might have truly died and have been resurrected once at Guanlin Temple, which will be just what you wished for.”

Tang Feng said nothing. He gradually widened his eyes and could not believe that Happy seemed to have estimated everything.

Happy's slow voice traveled into his ears calmly. ”The situation now is different. What will happen if you're the one who will run into the accident? One final word for you, I hope that you'll live until you can see Changjiang.”

Once he finished speaking, he flung his longsword.

Tang Feng's eyes were filled with anguish and puzzlement. He did not even try to fight back and could only watch with wide eyes as Happy attacked. A bloody hole was left on his throat, and he fell to the ground limp. Even when he died, he could not close his eyes and be at peace.